The only thing that my young eyes have seen that's worse than pooping in a school restroom is the act of defecating in a fast-food restaurant bathroom. The knees of the bravest of brave men will tremble at the thought of using them toilets. No amount of preparing for the worst can prepare anyone for what I'm going to share with you. You may complain about a little dribble of urine on the seat -- HA! That's like cleanliness compared to what I've experienced.
It was a family trip. We were traveling to the upper section of the state to meet some relatives. The long trip meant fast and cheap food all the way: McDonald's, Burger King, Wendy's... the list goes on and on, all of which will doctor you up with the greasiest surprises. Just so an hour after eating, you can destroy even the finest of toilets.
But sometimes the food will rush through you at the speed of sound -- there's no time for waiting around. It's urgent! A sonic fart will sound as the burger bloat shoots through your intestines. You've got no choice -- it's either use the fast-food restaurant toilet, or fill your trousers.
It was around 7:00 -- dinnertime, and growing late. And we hadn't eaten yet. So we located the nearest gut-bomb. This time it was a McDonald's. As we walked in, I noticed the store was almost dead. We walked to the counter. Looking at each other, we all spontaneously decided upon Big Macs and large fries. The order was quickly brought up, and we took our seats.
We talked amongst ourselves. We enjoyed our meals and we lounged, letting the food settle in. I announced that I'd be heading off to the restroom. To my mother, I announced that a turd vessel was about to leave the port. She knew what that meant. She only hoped I would return before long.
The familiar sounds and smells of a bathroom filled the air as I pushed open the door marked with "men only." I quickly made my way to the only stall. As I pushed open the stall door -- lord have mercy on us all. The goddamn seat was covered with feces. And not just the seat -- the wall behind the toilet as well. A splatter here and a splatter there... such work could only have been done by thirty, possibly forty people. Was the flusher broke and nobody bothered to fix it?!
The sight of the wretchedness made my stomach bulge. I hadn't thrown up in years. Matter of fact, my body had probably gotten immune to it. The toxins in me only go out one way. Don't matter what I ate. I swallowed the urge. I was to contribute only poo to this poo-poo memorial.
I undid my pants and huddled above the filthy seat, trying not to touch anything. I was putting more shit on top of a shit pile that already had more shit than it could hold. I squirted and splattered for about a couple minutes. Only about ten percent of my deposit actually made the target. The rest was on the floor. On the bowl. The only place it didn't invade were my shoes. And oh, God, did it smell.
I wiped my steaming ass and got out of there ASAP. Truly one of the most horrible encounters ever.